I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Three Dragons (1)

Mu Wanwan had initially thought that she wouldn’t be able to sleep well in a chair, but she was simply too exhausted, and fell into a dark, sweet dream almost the instant she relaxed. Naturally, she did not notice that originally utterly unresponsive Mister Dragon’s eyelashes trembled slightly after she had completely fallen asleep.

Since that battle, the original core in his body was ruptured, and Mister Long had been drowning in endless pain. Ninety-nine percent of his divine consciousness was used to suppress the energy in his body, and the remaining little bit allowed him to regain his senses for ten or so minutes every day.

When he woke up today, he didn’t feel quite the same as usual.

His broken tail still hurt as ever, but it was starkly obvious that the sticky feeling of being immersed in dirty blood was gone. Someone had put a layer of softer cushions under his body, which made him feel less uncomfortable.

In this day and age, there was actually still someone taking care of him?

The tyrant sneered inwardly. From the day he was defeated, everyone around him had changed.

The good friend who he had initially thought to be worthy of trust, took the token he left him half a month after he was injured and eagerly took over nearly all the power he had wielded.

In order to keep up with appearances, he randomly found someone with little talent from the territory and made her his chongxi1 bride…

He was aware of his current appearance——

The beautiful, lustrous dragon horns were cut off by the demon clan’s leader; the dashing and majestic tail was corroded by the witch tribe; half of his body was rotting flesh; and his once considered handsome face was full of the curse marks of the abyssal devils— he had already become a good-for-nothing dragon.

So, on the day of their wedding rites, when he was in a rare state of consciousness, he had heard the young chongxi bride’s cries of despair and terror, but did not have any unexpected emotions.

There was not the slightest fluctuation in his damp and gloomy heart. In the days that followed, he sometimes regained consciousness when that person was awake, and his ears were full of her weeping and cursing. It only made him feel only to feel incomparably fed up, and he had the overwhelming desire to strike her dead with his claw.

But why did it feel little different today?

The tyrant couldn’t quite make out what this feeling was. He endured the severe pain and pulled out a ray of divine consciousness, swept around the room, and finally found his target on the chair.

It turned out to be the person that had been brought in to turn his ill-fortune around. His faint feelings of being touched that had just arisen was instantly shattered.

He retracted his divine consciousness and thought mockingly— she must have been forced to do this, right? He had not forgotten all the verbal abuse she had flung upon him in the past few days. Ao Qin was also a prideful man who cared about his image2. It was ironic that he was actually feeling a little glad because there was someone to take care of him.

The tyrant’s face was pale. From his birth till now, he had never met anyone who had treated him with genuine sincerity. So why was it that now when he was injured and had lost everything, he was actually imagining that there would be someone willing to not detest him, and treat him well?

Just wait and see…

She had been forced to do this, and within three days at the most, she would find him repellent, and would come to hate him because of his rotten tail that repeatedly oozed pus…

What was he expecting?

Mister Dragon thought sarcastically before losing consciousness from the severe pain.

……

Mu Wanwan knew nothing about having been scanned by someone’s divine consciousness last night.

She was woken up early the next morning by Bai Shuiyao somewhat rudely.

“Wanwan, Wanwan,” a delicate, timid voice came to her ears; Bai Shuiyao’s palm was pressed on her shoulder and she was shaking it unceremoniously.

Mu Wanwan opened her eyes tiredly and met Bai Shuiyao’s slightly red and swollen eyes. “Bai Shuiyao?”

“Shh,” Bai Shuiyao huddled over and pulled her out of the bedchamber. The disgust she felt at the stench of the tyrant’s rotting flesh was written on her forehead. “You actually managed to fall asleep in that bedchamber.”

Mu Wanwan shook off her hand impatiently, “What is it?”

Bai Shuiyao said, “I begged Qing Ye to draw a map of the tyrant’s manor. In the evening, come meet up with me; with Qing Ye’s help, we will definitely be able to escape.”

Mu Wanwan was still very sleepy, but as soon as she heard those words, she came to life——